Beserk for Presents

Once upon a time, many months ago, around about Mothers Day 2015 to be precise, I was gifted a gorgeous pair of shoes. It was a present from my family, in appreciation of all my Motheriness, and becuase it is a revoltingly commercialised concept that sucks people in to buy…

Blooming Happy

This post written in conjunction with Fresh Flowers You know what makes me happy? Everyone doing everything I ask them, and to do it in the way I want them to do it! Nah, not really. That

A Mother of All Days

It was only two nights ago that Monkey Boy wanders towards me, slightly uncomfortable, and asks “What do you want for Mothers Day?” “Are you serious?!” I reply. It was two days away, I have been working my arse off and had my head well and truly stuck into some…

Is that gift really appropriate?

I will preface this post by acknowledging that I’m a wee bit anal when it comes to the giving, and receiving, of gifts. I am what is referred to as a “Gifts” person; it is my Love Language, apparently. I agonise for days, weeks even over ensuring the recipient of…